43: Jason

He was right, that once he'd started, he couldn't stop. Not until he was done, and it took hours to fully unleash all of his pent up sexual frustration.

When he finally came deep inside her, it was absolute bliss, more intense than ever, and his thick, black, impenetrable darkness filled her even more. He felt it growing and throbbing inside her, in time with his, as he collapsed beside her, pulling her close.

She whimpered and shuddered softly, well past exhausted now, and no doubt feeling how those tiny cells of darkness inside her were no longer seperate. They'd begun linking as their number grew, forming an intricate lacework inside her, the space between them slowly shrinking as he added to them each time.

They surely almost equalled the number of her own, human cells now, and when they surpassed them - when she was finally more shadowsouled than she was human - she would likely be able to begin manipulating this darkness of her own. He was looking forward to finding out how s